Lifeline

Storyteller

Orator

I write and speak

my present

My future

Figuring out that without my art

I AM DEAD

chokehold on bitter tears running down sad faces

I have to do this

To survive

To live

To be free

Poetry was always just for me

Never shared, read outloud


Do you want to hear?

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